LaBeouf, You Got the Stuff

Okay, I have to admit to something terrible. Something heinous. Something I am so ashamed of, especially as a married woman and a mother of three.



I have a crush.


A crush that is not on my husband. >uncontrollable sobbing< A crush that is fast becoming an obsession.


I have a crush on this man:

OOooooohhhhhh, hot dog that man is cute!

It feels extra wrong because I've watched Shia since he was a young teenager on Even Stevens. I thought he was funny/quirky then, and enjoyed the show (hey, atleast I was a teenager at the time as well...uh, yeah.), but lately he's coming out in more and more movies, and I just have to say I adore him in every movie I've seen him in. I mean, I didn't care for the new Indiana Jones movie, but I did like Shia in it. >tingly< (I said Shia like we know each other! hehehehehe)

Create your own FACEinHOLE
(Oh my, isn't that hysterical!?)

We recently watched Disturbia, and I LIKE HIM. He is so cute and funny and real. I mean, obviously he's acting so thats not who he really is, but in all his movies there's this underlying attitude that I just really like. He is my newest celebrity crush and I can NOT wait for Transformer's to come out this summer! YEE HAW!!

And to leave you with a short SNL clip of Shia: >sigh<

So, who's YOUR celebrity crush?

I'm a Glutten for Punishment

I have fallen in love with this site! I seriously love everything she does, and I REALLY want to win this pettiskirt! I bought my own material for it just a few days ago and it came in the mail this very day, how exciting!
The un-exciting part? I have NO IDEA how to make it. Even with the directions. And a sewing machine. And a program that injects how to do stuff right into your brain (like off The Matrix, yeah?). I can't do it.
But a lady at church might could, so I'm going to ask her.
But my back up is winning the one off her site, wish me luck! I'll need it because (oh, you've NEVER heard this before...) I NEVER WIN ANYTHING!

Such a Love/Hate Relationship

Okay everyone, I have to preface this by telling you, I'm one of the millions who completely love the Twilight series. Adore it! If you don't like it, whatever I don't care, I personally loved it, and I hate that people who didn't like it make those of us that did seem like we're dumb and must not know what good literature is (not everyone acts like this, but some do, and I hate it.). I read a LOT, I love good literature, classics, Harry Potter, whatever. I liked Twilight, it was entertaining to me. Anyway, to get on with the post, the movie for me was fun because I liked the books, but seriously so dumb. It just was on a cheap budget, so the actors/graphics weren't up to snuff. If you want to know a great opinion that mirrors mine, see here. The blog is Nurturing Narcissism, and I adore her, she writes well and is hysterical. She also re-cast the movie and cast the next movie--SPOT ON! I wish I could see her version of Twilight! Anyway, she also featured on her blog today this video from youtube--it's a little long, but seriously soooo funny! I laughed my butt off! So if you know anything about Twilight, you have to watch it! hehehehehehe

Because Ditching Class is Fun to Do!

When I was in high school I was a really good kid. Very naive, very innocent. But every once in awhile I went out on a limb, pushed the envelope.

One day, we had a fire drill. Some sort of emergency, where everyone single filed outside and just waited. I was with my best friend and another guy friend of ours, and we decided waiting outside was LAA-ame.

So we ditched class.

Oh yeah, we ditched.

We got in our guy friend's truck, and started driving--FREEEEEDOM! We didn't even know where to go or what to do, but we were driving away, away, away from the dreaded high school.

As we were driving, a guy in a little car came right up behind us fast, right up on our butt. Our friend tapped on his breaks to let him know he was too close. There were two lanes and we were in the right slow lane and the left lane was wide open, the guy was being a jerk.

He didn't like the tapping of the breaks. Not at all.

He zoomed around us and got right in front of us. We were all a little weirded out by it, but figured whatever it was over.

Not so my friends, not so. It was not over.

We got to the stop light, with crazy guy stopped in front of us, we're still on a happy high from skipping class. All of a sudden the guy gets out of his car! I swear on my life, the car raised about five inches--the guy was HUGE.

He shuffled his tree log legs over to us and muttered, "Roll the window down." in a grovelly, menacing voice. My friend rolled his window down all of two inches.

The man proceeded to scream at my friend that he was a punk and he was going to call the police and he was such a little PUNK! We were flabbergasted, and a little confused.

And then he tried to HIT my friend through the little two inch gap!!

It was the weirdest/scariest thing a total stranger has ever done to me (or with me present, I suppose)! Needless to say, we turned around and went back to school.

And I never skipped class again. Let that be a lesson to you.

(Yeah right, I still skipped class plenty of times after that, who am I kidding?!)

Ponderings on My Birth Day

Today is my birthday.

Yup. Yes, it is.

MY birth day, the day of my birth. When angels sang and people cried out of shock of my pure goodliness and innocence.

It was a special day. Obviously.

So how does someone celebrate such an utterly significant day?!

Well, just like any other day for me, really.

I don't know why birthdays aren't a big deal at our house, they just aren't. And I'm okay with that. I still went to work, I still will go to church tonight, went grocery shopping earlier. Heck, I still did the dishes and folded laundry. Why do we think just because its our birthday that the whole world stops? It doesn't.

You know why we think on our birthday that the whole world should stop? Because gosh darn it, it should. We should have one day a year where things are different. Where we can relieve some of the pressure of every day life. One day a year isn't enough to celebrate the amazing people around us, to let them know today is all about you because I don't think about you enough, just you.

Maybe I should re-think the whole "birthday's aren't a big deal" thing...huh.

Now I just have to get the kids in on only thinking about me for one day, like that's EVER going to happen!

How Do You Get a Laugh?

I work at a daycare. I mostly just teach preschool, Tuesday's and Thursday's I do office work, otherwise I fill in where I'm needed every once in awhile. Today was a day I was filling in--making lunch.

It was then, down in the kitchen of the daycare, I could hear my Oldest Daughter upstairs playing, that I discovered something. To my rude awakening great pleasure, I discovered Oldest has turned into one of those kids.

You know the type.

The obnoxious ones.

The ones who think "bathroom" words are funny.

Oh yeah, thats my daughter.

It doesn't happen very often when you get to peek in on your kids when they don't know you can hear them. You really hope that when you do get that chance that they'll really impress you, that it will be one of those really proud moments.

Not so much.

Yeah, I can hear her running amuck, being loud and all of a sudden yelling "ACK! I have to go PEE PEE!! HEHEHEHEHEHE!" She didn't have to go "pee pee", she just has finally discovered that using bathroom words gets ya a good laugh. I don't know how she hasn't discovered this sooner, since saying fart is a definite laugh-getter in our house.

Gotta love six year olds.

*UPDATE ON THE NOSE FLARING: So I talked to the Young Men's Pres. yesterday at church, and they totally DID see me making faces!! :S He said his wife was all "Hey, look there's Melinda! She's been making faces at us for a while, maybe she's being funny?!" After much more face making. "Uh, what is she doing?!" More face making by me. Drive by and honk. Look of utter terror/embarassment. Oh, but we had a good laugh about it... *

I Have Flare!

Sometimes in the car, I get bored.

You know how it is. Sitting at a red light and your eyes kind of wander and you're just bored. Sure you could turn your music up and sing loud, but what if your baby's asleep? Sure you could get out your old cell phone and call someone, but you're spending your minutes then. So what do you do while you're waiting at a red light?

I don't know about you, but the other day I was just in this very situation.

And you know what I did?

Well, my husband has this rare talent of being able to move his nostrils back and forth. I can't do it. I want to, but I just can't. So I was at the light, waiting my turn, looking at myself in the rear view mirror and trying so hard to wiggle my nostrils.

I was just starting to sort of get it, when all of a sudden I heard a HONK! HONK!

Eek.

I look over right as the Young Men's President drives by and waves at me!

Oh, for the love.

I glance back up at the mirror to see my face.

Yup, looked like an idiot.

Check another one off for the "you're a total dork" list.

Uh Der, Who're You?!

Sometimes I want to kick myself. I'm trying very hard to like myself for who I am, and I'm also trying very hard to improve the things I don't like about myself.

Then I have days like last Sunday.


In some ways, I can be fairly shy. Once I know you and who you are, there's not much holding back. But before I know you, especially in very public situations, I don't put myself out there. Being welcoming and getting to know new people is one of the goals in improving myself.

With this goal in mind, last Sunday I saw a new girl sitting in the Young Women's room. I usually feel nervous about introducing myself to visitors (even if they are only sixteen. I'm a horrible YW Pres. I know...), so I tell my Laurel President to go welcome her. But no, I'm improving! I think to myself, It's not that hard, go over there and ask her who she is!

So I do!

She says, "I'm so and so."

"Oh! Are you visiting?!"

"Um, no. I'm one of your assistant camp directors."

Turn around and walk away like a jerk and an idiot.

I honestly felt completely mortified. In my defense, I wasn't there the Sunday the assistant camp directors were set apart. And she looks like a flippin teenager too. So I feel bad all week, thinking oh my gosh what do I say to her now?! She probably hates me! No, no, go back to her and apologize.

So I do!

"So and so, I'm so sorry! Sometimes I'm such a ditz and I totally wasn't thinking! Hopefully I can erase that first impression and you won't think badly of me!"

"Um, actually that wasn't the first time we've met."

Blank stare.

Turn around and walk away like a jerk and an idiot.

Seriously people, I don't even know what to do anymore. Work with me here lady! At this point, I'm done trying to make up for being dumb. I've tried, and I've failed. Oh well, ball's in her court.
(Of course I'll still be pleasant and nice, I'm just not going to go out of my way to apologize again, or be extra doting on her or whatever. It is what it is.)

So what do you do when you completely shove your foot in your mouth?

Since High School Was so GRAND the First Time...

Dude guys, life has been so crazy! With trying to get the whole TV thing set up (which includes and is not limited to, unhooking all the trillion wires that were behind the TV, moving old ginormous entertainment center out of the house, putting together--yes, me, by myself--a new entertainment center, selling the old TV, and re-hooking the trillion and one wires back up, and more but I'll stop now because I've tuckered me little self out.) I haven't been on here much to blog. But don't worry, I've been thinking about you and thinking about things to blog about. I just can't do any long posts right now because I've got to get ready for Husband's family to come in tonight--again. Don't ask, just pray. Pray really hard for me. Kidding guys, it will be great! I hope.

But I did want to throw something out here while I have a spare minute. Do you remember my post about the crush I had in high school/junior high? No? Jerks. Okay here it is. And then do you remember me posting about that same crush asking to be my friend on Facebook?! NO AGAIN!? Sheesh guys, come on! So anyway, to get to the point of it all, the guy was visiting the area I live in currently, and left a message on my Facebook that he was in town. And it wasn't like a wanted or did not want to see him, it was just...sort of...weird. Ya know?! I wasn't sure what it would be like to see him again. Here's how it played out in my head:

Meet at a random place, say the mall or I-HOP.

I sit in a lowly booth, or on a bench somewhere, awaiting his presence.

In walks GQ model.

It's HIM!

I fall madly in love with him and we run away together.

The end.

NOT!! hahahahaha!

Okay, if you want me to be honest, this is really how it played out in my head:

We meet at someplace random, like a mall or I-HOP.

I sit in a lowly booth, or on a bench. With my booger encrusted children squirming and yelling and crawling on the floor, eating gum off the bottom of the bench. And I have poop on my shirt from The Boy.

In walks that guy, looking and acting exactly the same way as high school.

I barf out of complete and utter intolerance of people acting like they're still in high school.

He's completely weirded out that *I* have not one, not two, but three children; but also seriously impressed that I'm still so hot. (hey, this is my brain, it could happen.)

After the first thirty seconds of "Hey, its been so long! What've you been up to?! How's life?!" and maybe "WOW! You have three kids!! That's so crazy!", we'll have nothing to say to each other and it will be awkward and weird and. . . awkward.


Anyway, really, when he said he would be in town I didn't know what to say. So I went for tactful: Oh yeah? We'll have to get together sometime while you're here.

And then never said anything or tried at all to get in contact with him while he was here.

Do you think that's wrong? Do you think I was so immature about it? Do you, do you, do you!?!

Well, he obviously did because he hasn't talked to me since. Not even when I said sorry I missed getting together with him. Looks like its all back to high school once again. And you know what?

I didn't like high school the first time. Pooey.

Does Size Really Matter? My Husband Says YES!

Oh man, you have no idea what we've done. We've gone out and done something, well, probably pretty stupid and I'm feeling really nervous/nauseous/weird/a teeny bit excited/but mostly nauseous.

What is it that we did then?

Well, in a very informed and definitely trying to help stimulate the economy (we solely based our decision on helping the economy don't ya know.) we...bought...


...A FREAKING HUGE TELEVISION!

AAGGHHHH! I KNOW!

We've had the same 27" TV since the day we got married. Its been good to us, we still love it and all, its just that its gotten some rough usage the last couple years. Like the day Oldest Daughter had been watching TV all day and wouldn't get anything done. After yelling at her a few times (over my shoulder from at the computer...you know, I just don't know where she gets her TV fetish from...it's just so odd...) I finally told her she wasn't going to be able to watch TV anymore if she didn't turn it off and get done whatever it was I was asking her (probably something like, "GET ME A MOUNTAIN DEW NOW!!''). In a fit of dramatics, she ran to the poor television and slammed the power button. Resulting in a sort of wonky lopsided power button that we now deal with. Plus its starting to get the lines through it. Really we could make due with the teeny tiny itty bitty wittle TV we have, but I gotta be honest with you. It's the Husband. He HAS to have it! He'll stop at nothing until he has his way!

So we got the stupid humongo TV. Its sitting in its stupid humongo box in my kitchen right now. Its humongo box, in my infinitesimal kitchen. I can't cook, I can't heat things in the microwave, do the dishes, walk around, without moving the stupid huge box.

But of course thats not the worst part of it, oh no, of course not! Its the price, man! Gee whiz and we got a "good deal" and it was still getting close to a thousand dollars! I have to say this is by FAR the largest purchase of cash we've ever made. BY FAR.

Hence the sick feeling.

But hey, Husband's happy. And he'll be happy watching his ginormous television in old underwear eating top ramen sitting on the floor, because we'll have no money for anything else ever again. Jerk.



But to end this on a good note, the only thing keeping the sick feeling away is The Boy. He started walking this week! So much fun (did I mention this before? I can't remember, I've told it so many times now...) and I'm going to post the proof for you!

Just don't look at my face, I look slightly crazed and insane, plus my underwear's hanging out the back. Sorry about that. But he's WaLkInG!! Yippee!

Oh and before I forget, I wanted to add this just for Heidi over at Dunhaven Place (I would link to ya Heidi, but I'm feeling pretty lazy right now, sorry.) because she recommended this movie. Well, did you actually recommend it? Maybe you just talked about it. I don't remember now. But anyway, the movie was The Dutchess, and really is quite interesting, very emotional too; I cried like a baby at the end there, well you know what part right Heidi? I was wondering though if you felt this same way Heidi, just wanted your opinion about a certain aspect of it. Do you think they really explored the whole six* angle? I don't think they touched on it nearly enough, it wasn't very clear or anything about what was going on. Do you think they were having six at all? Man, I just couldn't get over how little six there was!!! (please note the sarcasm.) :)

(*Oh wait, I put the s. e. x. word in there, now I'm going to have to change it before I get all the freaky weird people here...um, I replaced it with the word six alrighty?)

Talk at ya'll latah!